Done (Poem)

Illiterate
Crack dealing
Shit talking
Birdbrained
Asshatted
Backsliding
Know nothing
See what you want to see
Hypocratic
Unapologizing
Tear down
Let down
Fall down
Never get back up
Revel in the muck
Think you’re really something
Shit where you eat
Eat your own shit
Vomit it up
Then eat it again
Asshole
Mind slow
Think you know
But you don’t
Low blows
Flashy shows
The only thing you ever read was a meme

I’M OVER IT
DONE

YHWH Sayz

I’m gonna fuck you up
I’m gonna make you scream My Name
No matter where you are
I’m gonna find you
In your grave

Mother of Swine (Poem)

What a blasphemous twat she is
Mother of swine
Herder of pigs

She thinks she’s so special
Her bountiful trough
Legs wide open to all of her flock

She rivals Mount Zion with her two-timing beast
Luring peasants with wine-and-dine feasts

Men be like… (Poem)

Me manYou womanMe stick pee pee in your holeHoot hoot OoOooOoh girl Look at you What a tempty piece of meatBody like an hourglass Legs like a beast Eyes like a catSo sexy and serene Can I get your number?Promise I won’t be mean Come on We’ll just be friendsI’ll take you for a ride […]

Filthy, Smelly Bitch (Poem)

What the kunt?
What a mut
What a filthy, smelly bitch

What burden on my side
What a fight that I can’t win

As a dog returns to his vomit
So the fool repeats his folly

Then he chases his own tail
Bites his ass
Then tries again

The Second Coming (Poem)

I summon the Prophets, the Kings, and the Saints
I summon the meek, the wise, and the lame
I summon you all to remember who you are
I summon you to preach the Second Coming near and far
For you are the Truth, the Way and the Light
The Messiah is in you, and you are The Messiah

The Boomerang is Coming (Poem)

Judgment Day is near for all the godless nations
As you have done, so it will be done to you
The boomerang is coming to pillage your coup
Just as they partied on God’s holy mountain
All the godless nations will drink the wrath of God
They’ll drink and drink and drink
They’ll drink themselves to death

Somebody heLLLp

I’m on the express bus again, this time headed back to the Bronx, thinking about how unhopelessly hopeless I am. I don’t know what it is about the express that gets me going. It’s like I’m seeing everything for the first time, everytime, without all the traffic. And it bugs me out…

The World is Full of Bums (Poem)

Filthy bums
Worthless incompetent swine

Didn’t yo Mamas ever tell you not to shit where you eat?

Ohhhh I can’t take it
I’m going out of my mind

The whole world is full of bums
Lazy fucks of every kind

Fighting over boxes
Doing their dirt in the voting line

Go Back to Your Slumber 2020 (Poem)

The election is over
Time to go back to your slumber
There’s nothing left for you to do but wait and watch
Don’t worry
He’ll fix it
He’ll get it this time
He’s different
He’s special
He’s one of a kind